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Jethro?

It couldn’t be The picture was ancient There was no way it could be hi her nose with a handkerchief "Notice the reseuedether, refusing to ask what she was obviously dying to say

"That’s Jethro’s great, great grandfather They look similar Don’t you think?"

Similar?

They looked like the same person

Thick tinsel hair swept back off sculptured cheekbones and highbrows Lips sensual but al and powerful, even the man’s hands looked like Jethro’s, wrapped around his pipe tenderly as if it were a wo what good hands Jethro had What a good lover he was How cruel he could be but so utterly tender, too

My heart raced, falling in love all over again asa likeness of hiertips itched to trace the photograph, wanting to transotten hiether

Bonnie coughed wetly "Answer me, child"

"Yes, they look siraphs, hidden between cross-stitches One picture had the entire household staff standing in ranking order on the front steps of Hawksridge Butlers and housekeepers,into the caes after an unfortunate fire a few decades ago" Bonnie inched with me as I moved from picture to picture I didn’t knohy I cared This wasn’ttold ht

Two raphs before I discovered what Bonnie alluded to

My eyes fell on a woman surrounded by dark fabric as if she swam in an ocean of it Her tied-up hair cascaded from the top of her head thanks to a piece of white ribbon, and her eyes were alight with her craft Her hands held a needle and thread, lace scattered like snow around her

It was like staring into a e, unable to make sense of hoas possible Unable to stopthe brow and lips of the mystery woman, while my other sketched my own forehead and er A e

She’s me…I’m her…it doesn’t ly

I shook ht in her eleranders I wanted to snatch her hand away She was my family, not hers